by @broughtdoom 's partner, adam ! thank you <3

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by @broughtdoom 's partner, adam ! thank you <3
below the cut is a " ( romantic ) shipping guide " for my muse , gojo satoru . this involves anything i think is vital when being involved in a romantic relationship with him in any regard .
* this will involve talk of " satosugu / sugusato ' stsg " , so beware , but suguru plays a big part in satoru's life , that is inarguable , his relationships are founded on the relationship he cultivated between him & suguru fundamentally . & the falling out has affected how he views his relationships going forward .
that moment where @sohlis thought desperate housewives was a reality show
george denbrough voice : i just think seven - year - olds , as a people , need to fight more eldritch cosmic beings that are killing and eating all their friends . ( cred ! )
Hello! The bees are here to bring you a honey basket full of love and remind you that you are worthy of so much love and appreciation. Keep bee-ing amazing!
this was so sweet to receive, thank you so much! i kept this in my inbox for a little pick me up until today, and it’s much appreciated. thank you for being a place to put out more positivity in this rpc, we can always use more. i hope it’s okay that i share a little bit of this honey love with a few more people 💕
@roseguided, @salvatoraes, @deathstroyed, @sacrificeal, @isaved, @saviare, @melliwell, @azgedaspy & anyone who needs it today, you’re loved and appreciated, always
WRITING FROM BECK'S JOURNAL .
you had very well made the case against nicky. publishing my book while you thought i was dead. when i first got my senses back, the first thing i tried to do was go to the police. but there was so little evidence in the case, & nothing really tying you to any of it. the main police officer had told me quite frankly that if i was so scared of him, i should stay dead... to him. in every sense of the word, just be... gone. but i'm a writer. one day, i'd want to publish something that wasn't written in that fucking cage. so i moved to another borough. away from where everything happened. where memories of peach & benji as well as everyone else could start to fade. hell, the cops did manage to get the book royalties given to me... after they had to get a public defense lawyer on their ass to keep my awakening from the grave away from the public... for now. while i was still weak. because one day, i'll be strong enough. strong enough that my own name in the lights doesn't mean anything. he can come running back. running back to finish me off, to diminish my life. but i'll be too rich, i'll already have security bouncers at every entry of my house & i won't leave without them. they'll know your name, they'll know what you look like, & most importantly, they'll know the kind of game that you play. didn't you ask for it? didn't you ask for it? didn't you ask for it? the words of my manuscript that i wrote while locked up like a prisoner haunt me. sometimes i still believe them. that yes, i acted like i wanted everyone to save me. so finally someone did. or tried too. in the worst way possible. took my dream & broke it like a bird's wings. now, i'm completely grounded by everything you did. will anyone ever be able to touch me again? will i ever not flinch when a man flirts with me again? most importantly, will i ever get my name back? to ensure you couldn't find me, joe, i've started going by gwen. a shortened version of a name that i already hated. thanks. but things are looking up. i'm alive. i can start healing again. i can start writing again. i know now that every moment can't be taken for granted. that's the lesson you gave me. just the one. one day, i won't be an ant that you felt like you needed to shield from everything. i won't be an ant on the playground being tortured by a little boy with a magnifying glass. you thought that little boy with a magnifying class was benji or peach, but it was you. it was you the whole time. making me star in your own little movie, blowing me up to ungodly sizes. so i close my laptop now & stare out the window. waiting. biding my time. because i'm already growing so much more than you could have never foreseen. my hand comes up to my neck, where so long ago you'd wrapped your hands around it, trying to put out my light. --- you can't.
Hi, i love all your Georgie posts and think you're super great! Thanks for blessing my dash.
thank you so much !! i’m doing my best with writing him and i’m glad you enjoy my posts ! i adore your take on bev a whole lot too and i swear the only reason we’re not writing yet is because i’m too slow at getting around to stuff - but these two are gonna be Big Wholesome <3 !